I'm not much for big talk

I like 'em short and sweet

Always up if they walk

Hiding under fitted sheets

I'm all for loud mouths

But I don't spread it around

All I need to make me smile is

My ear to the ground

Look at your white teeth shining

Save the big talk for the dining

I'm like a tree climber

And you know I'm just itching to climb ya

I could call you Matthew

Or John or Randy

But I don't think so

I think I'll call you

I think I'll call you Tiny

I'm fine with wild hearts

But I don't play them tame

Every spark you try to light me with

Just fuels my flame

I like the quick steps

Not the ones that drag on

All I need is one good rhythm

And I'm already gone (poof!)

Nuthin' to hide

'Til the end of the night when you try to

Show me your pride

But your zipper hung up for a while

Snagged a glimpse as you pulled it out

And pretended I didn't see

What we both know to be true

Look at your white teeth shining

Save the big talk for the dining

I'm like a tree climber

And you know I'm just itching to climb ya

I could call you Matthew

Or John or Randy

But I don't think so (no, no)

I think I'll call you

I think I'll call you Tiny

Look at your white teeth shining

Save the big talk for the dining

I'm like a tree climber

And you know I'm just itching to climb ya (itching to climb ya)